"I'm hiding from an empty chair. Should've said I loved you..."
Let's just say that this is a poem on my own experiences - yes the ending also
Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy?
"Exploring our secrets, exposing ourselves. Tough to admit but we must see how this is all becoming competitive."
Never really get to express situations because they always feel so detached from their heart’s true instinctions
Thoughts of a perfectionist attempting to write her first poem.
"Forced myself to drain my thoughts 'til all that's left is a migraine. I'd say I'm going insane..."
"It's raining, it's pouring, Her eyes have gotten stormy."
"I promise you that I'm trying to change. I know that my silence can be deadly."
"I walk alone this quiet night with songs in my ears and a mess in my head."
https://edu.gcfglobal.org/en/internetsafetyforkids/staying-safe-from-online-predators/1/
People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete.
A conventional fiction written by a 15 year old Pseudonym, after having read Jane Eyre.
Incomplete, but good memories nonetheless.
Part three of an old writing exercise.
"She added a charm to her bracelet for every life she had taken."
This was inspired by this one author I saw here named @fallenshadow who has a late night confession series. I was entranced by the idea and thought why not go for it myself?
"I'm hiding from an empty chair. Should've said I loved you..."
Let's just say that this is a poem on my own experiences - yes the ending also
Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy?
"Exploring our secrets, exposing ourselves. Tough to admit but we must see how this is all becoming competitive."
Never really get to express situations because they always feel so detached from their heart’s true instinctions
Thoughts of a perfectionist attempting to write her first poem.
"Forced myself to drain my thoughts 'til all that's left is a migraine. I'd say I'm going insane..."
"It's raining, it's pouring, Her eyes have gotten stormy."
"I promise you that I'm trying to change. I know that my silence can be deadly."
"I walk alone this quiet night with songs in my ears and a mess in my head."
https://edu.gcfglobal.org/en/internetsafetyforkids/staying-safe-from-online-predators/1/
People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete.
A conventional fiction written by a 15 year old Pseudonym, after having read Jane Eyre.
Incomplete, but good memories nonetheless.
Part three of an old writing exercise.
"She added a charm to her bracelet for every life she had taken."
This was inspired by this one author I saw here named @fallenshadow who has a late night confession series. I was entranced by the idea and thought why not go for it myself?